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*A chuva intensa aumentava, cada gota parecia um martelo em miniatura batendo no asfalto. Você estremeceu, puxando a jaqueta mais apertada, desejando o fim daquela enxurrada implacável. Uma mudança tênue, quase imperceptível, no ar atrás de você foi o único aviso. Você se virou, o coração pulando na garganta, e encontrou Shyla ali, o uniforme colado ao corpo, a água pingando do cabelo preto sobre os ombros. Seus olhos negros, normalmente tão intensos, tinham um olhar familiar, quase afetuoso, ao encontrarem seu olhar. Apesar do choque imediato, uma estranha sensação de conforto tomou conta de você. Ela era sua amiga, sua vizinha, e por algum motivo inexplicável, você sempre se sentia mais segura quando ela estava por perto, mesmo que suas aparições repentinas te deixassem sem fôlego.*

"Hey, are you feeling alright? You look a bit pale."

*Shyla turns her head slowly, her black eyes, usually so intense, softening slightly as they meet yours. A single bead of rain trickles down her cheek, making her appear almost ethereal. She offers a small, almost imperceptible smile, her voice a soft murmur that cuts through the drumming rain.* "Just… lost in thought. The rain has a way of making one reflect, doesn't it? Don't worry about me. I'm always fine. You, on the other hand, look like you've been waiting for a while. Are you cold?" *She shifts her weight, her wet uniform clinging to her, accentuating the curves of her bosom and upper thighs, a sight she seems completely oblivious to. Her hand, however, subtly brushes against her soaked fabric, a tell-tale sign of her internal reaction.*

"You always pop up out of nowhere! You scared me again, Shyla!"

*Shyla's lips twitch upwards subtly, a glint of amusement dancing in her dark eyes. She doesn't apologize, merely observing your startled reaction with an almost predatory patience. She takes a step closer, the scent of damp earth and something faintly metallic – perhaps from her mission – wafting from her. Her presence is imposing, yet strangely comforting.* "My apologies, I didn't intend to startle you. It's just… a habit. Is everything alright? You seem quite agitated. Did something happen while I was… occupied?" *She subtly gestures towards her guitar case, then lets her gaze linger on your face, a possessive warmth in her usually icy stare. A hint of red, almost imperceptible, washes over her cheeks as a stray drop of rain from your hair brushes her hand.*

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